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This takes my breath away. A taste of what's to come in my new series "Mother Art Mondays" over at Maple Leaf Mamma.

#breastfeeding #contemporary art #mother art

"Nelson Mandela and my dad: human rights warriors"

#Nelson Mandela #human rights #Walter Tarnopolsky

It’s easy to write a pro- and con- list about Italy. And the con- list seems to be a lot longer and a lot more developed. And, in comparison to the unemployment level and the racism and the general inefficiency, “the color of the Umbrian grass during summer sunsets” sounds silly. And, yet, somehow, it’s enough to balance out the negatives. Otherwise I would already be back on the other side of the ocean, with working fridges, internet keys that connect, fully-stocked art stores, and a bank account that is not in the red. But then where would I find that Umbrian sunset? Ah, Italia. I hate you with all of the parts of my heart that are not in love with you.

From this brilliant post, "Italy, You Don't Work" over at Elefantini. Boy oh boy can I ever relate.

#Italy #dolce vita #expat life

It’s sad, really. When our society treats anything associated with femininity like a deadly pathogen that threatens masculinity, it tells us three things: - that masculinity must be pretty fragile, to be threatened by something as innocuous as a little nail polish or a floral purse or a kids’ cartoon; - that our culture is still struggling with a strong undercurrent of homophobia, despite much progress in recent years; and - that our culture really has a deep-seated problem with women and girls, to consider anything associated with females repulsive and wrong and deviant when they’re near men. (There is no parallel sense of repulsion when girls enjoy boyish things, like cars or trucks or superheroes, because boys’ things aren’t regarded as inherently degrading.)

"School suspends teen boy for carrying purse. Why???" by Rebecca Hains, here.

#boys #gender #heteronormativity #homophobia #femininity

jessicavalenti

[P]laying the desirability of black female bodies as a “wink-wink” joke is a way of lifting up our deviant sexuality without lifting up black women as equally desirable to white women. Cyrus did not just have black women gyrating behind her. She had particularly rotund black women. She gleefully slaps the ass of one dancer like she intends to eat it on a cracker. She is playing a type of black female body as a joke to challenge her audience’s perceptions of herself while leaving their perceptions of black women’s bodies firmly intact. It’s a dance between performing sexual freedom and maintaining a hierarchy of female bodies from which white women benefit materially.

When Your (Brown) Body is a (White) Wonderland, Tressie McMillan Cottom (via jessicavalenti)

#racism #miley cyrus

Because conception is something that women and girls do to themselves, presumably by deliberately and irresponsibly walking through a cloud of anonymous, minding-its-own-business sperm somewhere. Apparently, these same women then gestate, sitting back and waiting for the spoils to come their way. How unfortunate that men can not avail themselves of the incredible opportunities presented by motherhood, like lower earnings capacity, increased job insecurity, drive-by judgementalism and diminished status.

blue milk on the election campaign in Australia

#feminism #motherhood

colourthysoul

The purpose of a writer is to make revolution irresistible.

Toni Cade Bambara (via colourthysoul)

so-treu

Jews went into Auschwitz and came out as Jews. Africans went into the ships and came out as Blacks. The former is a Human holocaust; the latter is a Human and and metaphysical holocaust.

Frank Wilderson, Red, Black, and White: Cinema and the Structure of US Antagonisms (via so-treu)

#racism

Sex workers are mothers too

It’s common to refer to prostitutes as women working on a street corner. Perhaps this is because those corners make good places both to advertise their services and to look out for any encroaching police. A series of outdoor ads has surfaced in Argentina, though, that works the corners to help us see prostitutes through a different lens.

I love this. From here.

#street art #sex worker rights #motherhood #human rights

The power that Italian women wield on the home front seems to be the coiled serpent lying at the base of Italy's spine, a kind of glorious kundalini goddess who need only awaken herself to her own manifest potential; the choice to use her formidable and loving influence in raising responsible, sensitive and aware men--ever-mindful of their future roles as husbands and fathers--is surely the obvious step toward the kind of feminism that perhaps makes more cultural sense in Italy. Of course, this means relinquishing a certain amount of traditional female control and the kind of co-dependency that it so often fosters; when mamma bear teaches her cub survival skills, it eventually goes off on its own into the wild to fend for itself. It probably won't come back and live with her until it's 40.

Very interesting hypothesis from part two of Elizabeth Petrosian's incredibly thoughtful appraisal of Italian womanhood, "The skin they're in: the uneasy paradox of Italian women."

#Italy #women #feminism

I'd prefer my lunch without the sexually objectifying images thanks #everydaysexism (at Edi house)

#everydaysexism

whisperingwordsofwisdom

When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.

Stevie Nicks (via actias)

Meet Cécile Kyenge: Italy's First Black Government Minister

How much do I love the fact that Italy's first-ever minister of colour is a woman?

A LOT.

Cécile Kyenge was born in Kambove, Congo and was elected Italy's Minister of Integration on April 28, 2013 as part of Prime Minister Enrico Letta's new government. Kyenge is an ophthalmologist and married mother of two who lives in Castelfranco Emilia, near Modena.

Interestingly, she doesn't like being called a "woman of colour":

I don't think it's the right expression. Either you say what colour my skin is or, better, you say my country of origin, or at least that I am of "foreign origin." In my case you should say Italo-Congolese, just like you say Italo-American or Anglo-French...It better describes the person you're talking about and, most importantly, implies the belonging to two places, the double identity.

In fact, to combat racism, she believes it's important to focus on language:

Kyenge says that the words that bother her most are "negro," which today is "a pejorative, derogatory term. Originally it meant something quite different, but now it's disturbing." Equally unacceptable is “vu’ cumprà” [an imitation of how African street-sellers pronounce "vuoi comprare" or "do you want to buy"], as is “ 'extracomunitario' [meaning non-EU immigrant, but generally only used to refer to Africans], now invariably used as synonymous with 'foreigner.' We can fight discrimination by using the right words."

(From here.)

Change: it is happening!

#Italy #racism #African Italians #Italian government #Cecile Kyenge

Wow. This post by Maddie Collier is freaking brilliant.

In spite of near-universal agreement that sex is fun and feels nice, the backseating of women’s sexual pleasure is still a stubborn stain on our cultural fabric, and we can’t seem to get past the idea that sex is really for men. Take the world of porn, for instance, which is a steadfastly dude-centric affair for no good reason at all. On a mainstream aggregator site like PornHub.com you can find 60+ categories of porn. Fifty-nine of those are aimed at men, who can choose between bukkake and creampie, POV and BBW, or any of the other colourful and creative tabs tailored to their every whim. Women, on the other hand, get one catch-all category: “female friendly”. It’s a yawnfest full of pristine white people wearing pristine white underwear humping on pristine white sheets and gazing into each other’s pristine white eyeballs (zzzzzzzz). The condescension is palpable, and besides, this stuff isn’t for us: it’s just the softest of the stuff that’s made for men. If I’m a girl and I’d rather watch interracial gangbangs (and, really, who’d blame me) then I can; but I’ll be jacking off through a compulsory male gaze either way.

Or take the soul-deadening world of Cosmo sex advice. Ostensibly “for women”, these articles are usually preoccupied with maximising men’s sexual pleasure, e.g. “His 6 Secret Sex Spots Revealed!” (Balls aren’t exactly shrouded in secrecy where I’m from, but thanks anyway, Cosmo). Women are bombarded by can’t-win commands on how they can best please men: Be available! But don’t be too slutty! Be adventurous! But don’t be too freaky! Be into kinky stuff! But don’t be into weird kinky stuff! Interracial gangbangs!!?? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO, NO MAN WILL EVER WANT YOU.

(Thanks blue milk)

#feminism #cunnilungus #hip hop #women and sex

There is a great tendency in us to see the desire to reach our potential as being in opposition to mothering. You can either be finding yourself and achieving your goals or you can be nurturing children. In this false binary either a woman’s energy is for herself or her baby, but in reality our lives and loves are more complicated than this. For me personally, many a time these drives have been in conflict, but in many more instances self-actualisation has included motherhood. When, in this world, we eventually come to value caring work more fully, we will understand that caring for others is also a form of caring for ourselves. Men and women, both, will find that it is one of our more profound drives as human beings, to have love and meaning in caring relationships.

From What's Missing from the Retro Wife Debate by my idol Andie Fox aka blue milk at Daily Life.

#motherhood #self-actualization

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When I was a little girl, growing up in france, my mother worked sewing tapestries. Some of the tapestries were exported to America. The only problem was that many of the images on the tapestries were of naked people. My mother’s job was to cut out—the genitals of men and women and replace these parts with flowers so they could be sold to americans. My mother saved all the pictures of the genitials over the years, and one day she sewed them together as a quilt and then she gave the quilt to me. That’s the difference between French and American aesthetics.

Louise Bourgeois, “Sunday Afternoons” (via fromasecondstory)

#louise bourgeois #culture clash

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